out the window. new curtains, a small buddha in a gold case, a black powderbox with a white flower my grandma painted onto it, and a very important strip of paper that i received in the mail.mostly, though, it's what is outside the window. or what can be.
i had a dream about a dear friend in which i had a purpose, and it was to hand him a set of bluejay feathers before he would be able to play his fiddle in a big green field. one of the feathers was much more important than the other, even though they looked the same.